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Old 05-18-2013, 04:58 AM   #52 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
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Third Year

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Default Post #1; Potions
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Forty-five minutes to find ingredients for Potions. That didn't sound too hard, right?

Muttering very quietly about something to do with connecting to his Hufflepuff side, Alec ran down towards the Butterfly Garden as fast as he could. This... wasn't exactly a place he came to a lot but, for some reason, it did come to mind with a plant he had in mind. Because it was essentially a garden and these sort of plants can be found in gardens, yeah?

...

BLINK.

Woah, was this what the Butterfly Garden usually looked like? Weren't there meant to be, you know, butterflies here? The boy moved closer to the area and his eyes flickered over towards a sign with a scrawly handwriting that had been on the sign back at the Duck Pond. ... Budget cuts. Of course. Was this why they were collecting ingredients? Because of those cuts?

Shaking his head, he slowed his pace down as he entered the area. This plant... should be somewhere here, right? Nearby? Yeah? ... He hoped so! He really didn't want to come all the way here only to have to go back empty hand-

OH LOOK! NETTLES!

But first... Alec pulled down at the bottom of the gloves on his hands, wriggling his fingers as he did so. Safety first, you know. He then bent down and eyed the plant very carefully. It had... hairs. Stinging hairs, yeah? And how were you meant to take out some nettle? Which parts were necessary, the roots or the... hairs?

Both. Both? Both!

The sixteen year old reached over and grasped the part of the nettle that was close to the soil, secretly thanking his dragonhide gloves for being so thick and strong. His other hand reached down and gently rested down on the soil near the nettle. Right. One... two... YANK!

A small grunt escaped the boy's lips but otherwise, the nettle came off nearly cleanly. He patted the soil down as carefully as he could and tried to hide any evidence of unearthing a plant. Pat pat pat... And now he could go. Clutching the nettle sort of tightly, the boy got up and left the Butterfly Garden as quickly as he could.

How long did he have left now?
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